Molly and Bill crouch behind a flowering bush outside Maple Street. The laughter of children drifts from an open window. Molly: "Alright, Bill, are you ready?" Bill: "Ready as I'll ever be. I’ve got the Santa hat, you’ve got the red mittens?" Molly: "Yep. And the reusable gift bag." Bill: "Good thinking. We don’t want fingerprints on wrapping paper." Molly: "Kids have loud cake-splattered laughs. We’ll confuse them with tickle grenades." Bill: "Tickle grenades? Again?" Molly: "Hey, they’re nonlethal, right?" Bill: "They explode into confetti and giggles." Molly: "Perfect distraction. Then we slip inside." Bill: "What about the cake table? Shouldn’t we snag a slice?" Molly: "Focus, Bill. Presents first, cake later." Bill: "Fine. Lead the way, Master Planner." Molly: "Shh! Window unlocked. I jiggled it earlier." Bill: "You? You jiggled a lock?" Molly: "Professional tumbler, remember?" Bill: "Sure, sure. I’ll be Mrs. Claus’s shadow." Molly: "You? Shadow?" Bill: "I’ll distract the clown with interpretive mime." Molly: "Great. Then no one notices me." Bill: "Except the gift table. See you inside." Molly: "Operation Toy Heist is go." Bill: "Microwave popcorn at the ready?" Molly: "Popcorn can wait. Presents first." Bill: "After this, we divide spoils." Molly: "Fifty fifty, no gimmicks."